You try to get out of it, but eventually, they get you on stage anyway. Facing the monitor, you find they've even picked your song for you.

//These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, 'cause one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you//

After singing a couple more of Nancy Sinatra's greatest hits, you find yourself on the receiving end of a standing ovation!

You take a small bow and leave the stage to rejoin your new friends.

Suddenly, you see a familiar face in the crowd. They guy from the club!

"Oh my god," Is all you get out, before he rushes you.
 

Tracy steps between you and slugs the guy in the jaw. His head snaps back, but when he looks back his eyes are yellow (this time it's no trick of the lights) and he has fangs!  "Uh-oh." Tracy mutters and prepares to take another swing, but Vachon steps in and takes over.

Soon, yet another bar fight has broken out. Apparently this time your admirer brought some friends too, because Urs, Tracy and Vachon are soon quite busy defending you.

Unfortunately, you still get knocked in the back of the head with a folding chair.

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Ooo, look at all the pretty birdies!

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When you wake up, you're in what looks like a church. You sit up and look around, Vachon and Urs are standing over you, Tracy is off across the room, looking rather nervous.

"What happened?" You ask.

Vachon hands you a bottle, which you instantly uncork and begin to chug. "Well, let's just say," Vachon shrugs, "You've joined the crew."